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"Man, you reek!"
"What-- OW!"
Mylene grabs Basara by the collar and forcibly zips up his bodysuit. Basara shoves her away with his arm and rubs the skin on his throat where the zipper clipped his flesh. Mylene pinched her nose and waved her hand performatively. It might have been cute had she been five years younger.
"Everytime we have a concert, you sweat so much it makes you smell terrible!"
Her voice is naselly from her pinched nose as she berates him. Basara leans back in his chair, throwing his arm over the back.
"I am not getting in the same car you when you're like this."
"What the heck should I do then, walk back to Akusho?"
"You know what, that's a great idea."
"Man, You're full of it."
"More importantly, I am not going to the after party in the same van as you. My delicate nose wont let me."
"Delicate......?" Basara utters in disbelief. The zipper from his suit digs into his Adam's apple as he speaks.
"Miss Mylene, if I may..." Gamlin, who had been watching the exchange stepped in. "Why don't I drive Basara back to his apartment at Akusho, while you travel to the party venue with Ray and Veffidas in the van?"
Mylene snapped her fingers.
"Great idea, Gamlin! I leave our stinky guitarist in your capable hands." She did a melodramatic little bow and ran out of the band's dressing room.
"Weirdo....." Basara mutters, reclining back in his chair.
"Miss Mylene's right you know." Gamlin addresses Basara curtly, his hand on his hip.
"The lights on stage get pretty hot, yeah." Basara leans his elbow against the makeup table.
"But, we don't have to go back to Akusho to get you clean."
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do then, hose me off outside?"
"Not quite." Gamlin smiles a little. "Get undressed."
Basara laughs as Gamlin locks the door to the dressing room.
"Stand with your back to me and unzip yourself, slowly."
Basara follows his directions. He grasps the zipper pull at his collar and tugs. The fabric sags as tension is released. He leans forward and squirms his shoulders free. After a moment of adjusting, the jumpsuit is pooled half around his waist and his skin is chilled by the air. Gamlin reaches out and touches his back. His finger hooks on the fishnet tanktop and pulls it forward. Basara's skin is slick with sweat and shines in the bright lights from the makeup table.
"This really gets you going huh?" Basara teases. Gamlin's eyebrows knit together in thought as he pulls the tanktop off. He draws a line with his finger across Basara's shoulder blade.
"It does not 'get me going.'" Gamlin corrects him. "I don't think about these sorts of things about anyone else."
The lingering smell of the sweat gives Gamlin goosebumps.
"Take some responsibility, Nekki Basara." He leans in, close enough that Basara can feel Gamlin's heavy breath on his skin, and drags his tongue up the dip of Basara's spine. Basara jumps in surprise. He would have squirmed away if not for Gamlin's hands on his shoulders. Gamlin pushes firmly until Basara's bent over at the waist. His forehead almost touches the makeup table.
"Hey, what was that for??" Basara barks as he braces himself on the table with his arms. He struggles to look over his shoulder at Gamlin. Gamlin's hands run down Basara's back. He traces the lines of Basara's muscles, and uses his thumb to wipe off the line of saliva he left with his tongue. Looking down at him like this makes something snap inside Gamlin's heart. His reason deteriorates. He grabs Basara's hips firmly and swings his own forward, giving Basara a spectcular dry hump.
"Woah!" Basara says with surprise, the hump practically knocking him off his feet. The makeup table rattles.
"You look good, Basara. On stage, and like this." Gamlin mumbles. He rolls his hips forward as he speaks. Basara's body rocks in rhythm.
"The lights get hot..." Basara says aimlessly. Gamlin is hard and it's distracting him. Their dry humping is aimless and lazy, but Basara can't help but try to position his hips so Gamlin hits a pleasing spot.
"You shine like a jewel up there. Did you know? The light shines off your sweaty face and arms and makes you sparkle."
"Like a diamond?" Basara smugly suggests and Gamlin humps him particularly hard. Basara smiles to himself for pushing Gamlin's buttons. Gamlin inhales deeply, filling his lungs until he feels like they could burst.
"Down here is like a diamond too." He grinds his crotch against Basara's ass. The metaphor makes Basara laugh out loud.
"You really just made a dick joke! I can't believe it!" Basara laughs like an idiot, but Gamlin isn't smiling. He roughly grabs at the remainder of the stage costume hanging off Basara's waist and yanks until it pools at his feet. Basara's bare in front of him now, the only cloth separating them now a thin pair of white underwear. It's a little damp from the the sweat. Basara shivers from the sudden gust of cold air on his extremities. Gamlin reaches around and grabs Basara's cock through the underwear. It's half hard from all the humping they just did. Gamlin rubs it, giving Basara a different kind of shivers.
"I want to try it too Basara."
Gamlin leans down and whispers into Basara's ear. The fabric of Gamlin's clothes is scratchy on Basara's bare back.
"I want to make you shine........."
Basara shudders from the pumping hand between his legs.
"I'd like to... Haahh...." Gamlin's hand drags a sigh from his lips. "See you try...."
Basara needles him, pushing all of Gamlin's buttons. Gamlin's eyes narrow at the provocation. His hand moves away from Basara's front. With a single finger he yanks off the underwear and reveals Basara's bare backside. His hole seems to swallow what remains of Gamlin's kindness. Wordlessly Gamlin pops a finger into his mouth and gives it a good licking. Basara doesn't even have a moment to daydream about the wet noise before the finger, Gamlin's middle, digs inside. The finger curls like a fishhook before drawing back quickly. Basara goes weak in the knees.
"You're rrrreally mad, aaaahrent you?" Basara slurs. Gamlin wordlessly repeats the motion and sends his thoughts scattering.
"Juhst one finger's--" Gamlin free hand rears back and strikes Basara's ass firmly. Basara yelps with surprise.
"Why, you-- YOW." Another strike. Not enough to truly hurt, but enough to knock Basara's thoughts out of the ballpark. He grips the table with his trembling fingers. In his reeling head, Basara realizes he must have truly pushed Gamlin a little too far this time.
Gamlin's finger slides out of the hole completely and Basara barely has time to process the sensation of a second finger brushing up against his entrance before Gamlin's other hand strikes his ass a third time. At the same time, the two fingers jam inside. Basara's overwhelmed body trembles like a leaf in a whirlwind. A strangled noise escapes his throat. His behind begins to glow pink.
"Heghy Gamhhhlin...." Basara groans, ignoring his gut instinct to shut up. "Fuck me already, will ya....? Stop playin around-- Thought you were gonna--" The fingers curl and twist inside his ass. He fights through the pleasure to finish his sentence.
"Gonna make me-- shineeee..??"
Gamlin finally steps back a few paces. Basara's defenseless body, his loosened hole, his delicately leaking cock, his pink butt cheek. Gamlin drinks the sight of it all in as his body moves on auto-pilot. Hs frees out his cock out of his pants and rubs it with he same hand he used to loosen Basara up. His cock throbs as if to say, 'I'm ready!'
Basara looks up over his shoulder and spys Gamlin standing there, jerking himself off slowly. His head is fogged up with anticipation and his mouth goes dry. His cock looks good and it's going to feel so good stuffed inside his body. He lets out a stupid giggle and lets his head hang in surrender. He's defenseless now, offering himself up for Gamlin to attack at any time.
Gamlin steps forward with purpose. He guides Basara's hips back so his hole connects with the tip of Gamlin's cock. Basara takes a deep breath as Gamlin yanks his hips back and thrusts his own forward. In an instant Gamlin's meat is buried inside and knocks the breath out of Basara's lungs.
"Better?" Gamlin teases. He grinds his cock firm and deep into Basara's body. It's warm and it takes effort for Gamlin to resist. He wants to dig in even further than their bodies will allow. Basara struggles to answer, but his higher brain functions have been destroyed. All his thoughts are absorbed by the sensation of being impaled on Gamlin. His knees give out, and Gamlin grabs his waist before he can fall.
Gamlin draws back slowly, deliberately. He slides forward again, just as slow, just as deliberate. Like he's trying to turn Basara's mind inside out. His hand strokes Basara's neglected own neglected cock in time with Gamlin's slow, deep, movements. With what little remains of higher thought, Basara lowers himself onto the makeup table. His glasses are knocked askew when his cheek bumps up against the table. It feels cold and good against his hot face.
The fucking begins. Gamlin picks up the pace and begins to truly batter him. Basara coos and purrs in time with Gamlin's movements. He's so hot. It feels like every inch of skin is starting to melt from the heat radiating from his his lower body. He closes his eyes.
Gamlin finishes first, blowing his load inside Basara's body with a thrust so rough it picks Basara up off his his heels for a moment. He lays there deleriously, his body aching for some sort of release. His eyes flutter open and catch the sight in the makeup table's corner mirror. Gamlin's staring at him, his own chest heaving.
Gamlin's hands touch Basara sweaty back. They slide up from his tailbone to his shoulders.
"Basara... You're... dazzling........." He says as he leans down. His lips contact Basara's shoulder blades in a sweet kiss. His mouth opens, and his teeth scrapes off a layer of sweat.
"It's sweet." Gamlin mumbles. He uses his tongue and teeth to suck off the sweat on Basara's body. His hand finds it's way back to Basara's cock. He jerks Basara off while he eats the sweat on his body until Basara reaches his limit. He finishes with a cute, pitiful little noise into Gamlin's hand. This is Gamlin's signal to finally pull out of Basara's body. They're unconnected for moments before they both collapse on the floor next to each other. Basara's body trembles as Gamlin's semen begins to leak out of his backside.
Gamlin sits there stupidly. Basara sits there overwhelmed.
Neither of them are capable of speaking.
Time passes.
"I'm.... gonna need... a shower..." Basara finally forces a few words out of his dry throat.
"Ah... Um..." Gamlin responds stupidly. "Me... too? I think...."